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NARRATOR: By 1861,
war had spread like a dirty fog

across the American landscape.

While Northerners
fought Southerners

in the East and in Texas,

in the Rockies, white men
pushed into a frontier

that had been occupied
by red men for generations.

It was a complex and
disorganized campaign,

this Western conflict.

There were traders
like Levi Zendt,

and soldiers
like Maxwell Mercy

who would do their best
to stop the carnage.

There were renegades like the
half-breed Pasquinel brothers,

who welcomed it.

There were men in it
who had no time for fighting.

Prospectors like
the Volga Deutchman, Hans Brumbaugh,

who had walked from St. Louis
to find gold.

But no matter
what their background, or what their aim,

the winds of violence

would touch all of them
sooner or later.

Twist all of them,
change all of them.

Well, Larkin,
I found the gold.

Where've you been?

You thief.

You dirty, filthy,
rotten thief.

Here. What are you
talking about?

I'm talking' about
my claim. My claim.

You ain't got
no right to it.

You wouldn't even
knowed about it

if it wasn't for that
Zendt woman. I seen ya.

I seen ya talking to her.

And then you tried to slip
out of post ahead of me.

She told me nothing.
And I didn't slip.

She told ya.

She knowed,
I got it right here.

Miss Lucinda McKeag,
etcetera,

heiress to
Chief Lame Beaver,

Arapaho hero who discovered
a gold mine in the Rockies.

She knowed!

Quit yelling, man,
you're sick in the head.

I showed you this, didn't I?
Didn't I?

Stake out your own
ten feet of bank,

what's the difference?

And let you have
the mother lode?

This is where
the vein is.

Then take this one.

No.

No, it's mine,
the whole valley's mine.

You know what they do
to claim jumpers here, Brumbaugh, huh?

(GUN FIRING)

NARRATOR: Near the 1860s,
another kind of man came West.

A victim of a changing times

who knew that the tragedy
and terror he had survived

were visited upon him
for a reason.

A man who possessed
a clear vision

of how the West was to be

and his determination to shape
it to that definition.

He came from Minnesota.

His name was
Frank Skimmerhorn.

SERGEANT: Column halt!

Set them down.
Dismount!

Halt. State your name
and business.

Colonel Frank Skimmerhorn.

I'm here to see General Asher.

Colonel in what army?

The Colorado
Territorial Militia.

If one more tribe
in this territory is cheated out of its rights,

there'll be
an insurrection...

I don't make
the treaties, Major.

I can't help
what Washington does.

But you can help
what the settlers do.

You can condemn
these atrocities.

Now, what is it,
Tanner?

Beg your pardon,
General.

Colonel Skimmerhorn
is here.

Skimmerhorn,
he's Volunteer Militia.

I think you ought
to see him, General.

I don't have time
for play actors.

I understand General Pope
in St. Louis has the greatest respect for him, sir.

Pope?
Yes, sir.

The command in Leavenworth,

he feels
he saved the gold mines from the Rebels.

All right.
Send him in.

Colonel?

Colonel Frank Skimmerhorn,
First Colorado Volunteers, sir.

No need for the formalities,
Mr. Skimmerhorn. Have a seat.

I beg your pardon, sir,

but my command was raised
by the people of this Territory

to put an end to the Indian
menace once and for all.

We're ready to fight
and I believe

that our efforts should
be coordinated with yours.

Did you say, fight?

I don't believe
I've had the honor.

Oh, forgive me.
This is Major Maxwell Mercy.

Indian Affairs.

Oh, yes, yes.
I've heard of you, Major.

That is I've heard the calumny
that's going around.

Major Mercy.

They say that he's the officer
with the white skin and the Indian heart.

Calumny?

I don't find that slanderous
in the least.

As a matter of fact,
I take it as a compliment.

Indeed.

I'd be revolted.

Ahem, well,
Mr. Skimmerhorn.

Colonel.

Oh, yes, Colonel.

If this is a courtesy call,
we appreciate your time.

No, sir, it is not a courtesy.
It is a necessity.

The situation
in this territory is completely out of hand.

Not that anyone blames
the Regular Army, sir.

What can you do when St. Louis
diverts more and more troops from the West

to fight the confederacy?
I understand your problem,

and I sympathize.

I also have
the solution for it.

What solution is that, sir?

Stop the parleys.

Stop all the pussyfooting.

Eliminate the Indians
entirely.

Beginning with
the Pasquinel brothers.

Eliminate?
You mean slaughter.

They are God's outlaws,
Lamanites,

remnants
of the lost tribes of Israel.

They knew God,
and they rejected Him,

and He put a curse upon them

and darkened their faces,
and turned all men against them.

And gentlemen, as Christians,
it is our duty to hunt them down and slay them.

Read your Bible.

I trust you have one.

Or has your love for
the heathens usurped its place in your thinking?

General.
All right, Max.

This man,
this kind of thinking

can destroy everything we've
been trying to accomplish.

The only thing that needs
to be accomplished

is the establishment of
an area for settlement for those who follow the Lord.

I've been commissioned by Him
and His followers to succeed where you have failed.

You are insane.

No, sir.

I am right.

General, I am officially
requesting additional troops for my campaign.

(CLEARING THROAT)

I appreciate your concern for
the safety of our citizens, Colonel.

But at the present time,
I'm sorry.

I would need orders
from Leavenworth.

That, sir, is being arranged.

Gentlemen.

That's all, Tanner.

Yes, sir.

Oh, don't worry, Max.
I'm not going to help him.

Do you think he can
get those orders from Leavenworth?

Well, I don't know.

If he really has
General Pope's ear and confidence.

How long would it take
to get a courier to St. Louis?

Max.

You will stop him.

If I can.

lf?

General, you've met
with the chiefs of the Sioux, the Arapaho and the Cheyenne.

You know they're making peace
among themselves.

Something they've
never done before.

You also know
that they realize our army is engaged in a civil war.

If we let this madman blow
the top off the powder keg we're sitting on...

Max!

I appreciate your passion.
But I don't share it.

Not that I side with a fanatic
like Skimmerhorn,

but I will not be dictated to
by either of you.

No. You'll just sit
on the fence until they blow it out from under you.

Sir, I've gotta
help these people.

Ah.

But which people, Max?

The white people,
or the red people?

Indians are human beings, too.

Yes, but they're different.

And the rest of the country
sees that,

even if you're
too close to them to see it for yourself.

Isn't that what our job
is all about,

to demonstrate
that we can exist together?

You can't stop progress, Max.

This country has made up
its mind to expand westward.

We can stop
the killing.

We can assimilate
their culture.

We can learn from them.
We can grow with them.

Max, when has that
ever happened?

When a nation extends
its borders into another nation's land,

people die.

But they haven't
done anything

to demand a military action
against them.

No.

They haven't done
anything wrong at all.

Except be here.

Clemma,
come help Grandma.

Mr. Brumbaugh?

Well, you weren't out
very long.

Did you have
any luck?

No. No luck.

Good luck to you.

Hello.

If you're looking
for your friend, Larkin, he left.

I'm not looking for Larkin.
I know where he's at.

You know, he about drove
my wife crazy with that clipping of his.

But she couldn't tell him
any more than she tells everybody else.

"Try Blue Valley,"
she said.

Maybe he's uncovered
the vein by now.

Maybe.

You ought to be
with him if he does.

I'm not interested.

In gold?

It's a dirty business,
Zendt.

I found
I wasn't fit for it.

An expensive lesson
to learn.

It's a long walk
from St. Louis.

Well,
shoe leather's cheap.

Not around here.

Well, there's trapping.

I'm not a trapper.

Papa, man wants to know
how much the small nails are.

Penny apiece,
Martin.

You have to eat,
Mr. Brumbaugh.

The ravens
won't feed you.

You don't mine,
you don't trap,

but you're fed.

I'm a middleman.
I create a market.

Well, there can't be a middle
without a beginning and an end, huh?

I am a grower.

Grower?

Yeah.

I took a look at this land
on the way in today.

Some of it looks good.

Where there's water.

How do I take title?

Title, huh? Well, there might
be a problem about titles.

Why? I thought you own land.

My wife's mother
sold it to me.

Eight hundred acres
along the river.

Eight hund...

I thought
you owned thousands.

Thousands at
Rattlesnake Cliffs.

But you couldn't grow weeds
up there.

It's dry as a bone.

That river land that you own.

Will you sell some to me?

Ten dollars an acre.

Sixty acre's
all I can handle.

Done.
And there's $200 more.

Would you forward that
to the bank in St. Louis and have them

send it to my wife
in Illinois?

I want her to join me.

Your wife?

Yeah, and kids.

A girl four and a son.
He'll be six in August.

It's no place for a family,
Mr. Brumbaugh.

Hans.

Hans.

You'll be out there
alone.

Settlers around here
have been attacked, massacred...

I know it's a gamble,
but every day is a gamble.

Being born's a gamble,
I'll risk it.

It's real good.

You will make it bloom.

Yeah. I will make it bloom,
Mr. Zendt.

Levi.

You want potatoes, Levi?

I'll grow you potatoes.

I'll grow you potatoes
like you've never seen before.

Like no one's
ever seen before.

This is my land, huh?

Mine.

And I'll grow potatoes.

And I'll be
king of potatoes.

Potatoes Brumbaugh.
That's me!

That's good, huh?
Potatoes Brumbaugh.

I've got to talk to
Jake and Mike. Where are they?

Well,
I don't know.

Lucinda,

there's a man
called Skimmerhorn.

He thinks
he's God's own right hand.

If he finds them,
he'll kill them on sight.

Skimmerhorn.
That fellow from Minnesota?

He's a crackbrain.

He's a crackbrain
with an army and a mission.

Can you imagine anything
more dangerous than that?

Lucinda, if he finds
your brothers, there'll be a battle.

Men'll die on both sides.

There'll be
a full-scale rebellion.

The Pasquinels have got
to leave the territory.

Go to them yourself
if you can't trust me.

Explain it to them.

But, Max, I can't tell you
where they are because I don't know.

Nobody knows.

I know.

MERCY: Where?

The Army calls
my sons renegades.

The Army wants
to put them on trial.

I know
where your heart is, Max.

But you still wear
your uniform.

Because I won't surrender.

If I take off this uniform,

somebody else will put it on.

Maybe someone
like Skimmerhorn.

He's right, mother.

Right or wrong,
it could get him killed.

I'll go with him.
Levi.

They have no reason
to hurt me.

Clay Basket?

Aspen Creek.

Well, Major Mercy.

Imagine
finding you here.

I was just leaving,
Colonel.

Were you?

Get off your horse.
You're under arrest.

I'm what?

Corporal?

You question
my command, Major,

but I assure you
he doesn't.

Ready.

SKIMMERHORN: Aim.

What are the grounds
for this arrest?

Consorting
with known traitors.

You are Levi Zendt?

I am.

Sergeant.

(SERGEANT CLEARS THROAT)

SERGEANT:
"By order of the People of the Territory of Colorado,

"Levi Zendt,
his squaw, Lucinda,

"and the squaw Clay Basket
are declared guilty of providing aid

"and comfort to the enemies
of the above named People,

"and are placed under military
arrest until further notice.

"The buildings and grounds
commonly known as Zendt's trading post

"are declared closed
and all weapons will be confiscated.

"Signed, F. Skimmerhorn,
Colonel, First Colorado Volunteers."

This is absurd.
What's your authority?

You heard the proclamation.

I'm acting under powers given
me by the People of Colorado.

This trading post is now
officially a military jail.

Guards have already
been posted.

Anyone attempting to enter
or leave without my permission will be shot dead.

I do hope that's clear.

Sergeant.

(DOG BARKING)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Here. Go get it.

(GUARD LAUGHING)

GUARD: Good dog. Come on.

Come here, boy.
Yeah, that's a good dog.

Guard, anybody want
a drink out there?

Open it.

LEVI: Sergeant,
if I'm out of line, you tell me.

But you boys have been on duty
for almost seven hours now,

and there's
a chill in the air.

Well, we thought maybe
you could all use a drink.

The Colonel don't like us
taking' bribes from traitors.

LEVI: It's not a bribe.

Forget it.

Okay.

Couldn't you shut up
that yapping dog, at least?

Why? He ain't bothering'
you none.

My wife's sick.
She needs her rest.

Well, tell her
to plug up her ears.

Be still, animal.

Come back here,
squaw!

Clay Basket.

Stop!

GUARD: Stop, stop!
You! Squaw!

(YELPS)

Mama.

LEVI: Clay Basket!

Clay Basket!

(SOFTLY) My sons.

What'd she say?

Didn't catch it.

(INDIAN GUARD YELLS)

(SPEAKING ARAPAHO)

Jake.

Mercy.

(SPEAKING ARAPAHO)

No, Jake. I come alone.

Can I put
my hands down now?

I would not.

I've never known, Mercy.
Are you so brave?

Or are you such a fool?

Jake. Mike.

Clay Basket...
Clay Basket is dead.

How?

She sacrificed herself
so I could warn you of a great danger.

Eh? What danger, eh?

A man named Skimmerhorn.

We do not know man,
Skimmer...

He knows you.

He's sworn to kill
both of you.

(EXCLAIMS)

Mercy, you know,
many men swear that, eh?

He's different. He's driven.

He believes the Great Spirit
has chosen him

to kill you and
all your people.

She died,

so that you could
tell us this?

She saw him.

Saw his anger,
saw his madness,

saw his power.

You let her die.

It was her choice.

As it is mine to be here now.
Before you.

Unafraid.

You have good reason
to fear me now, Mercy.

I have reason
to love you, Jake.

As I loved your mother.

And as I love your sisters.

Hey, Mercy.

What is it you would
have us do, eh?

Go north to the Black Hills.

So the soldiers can take
our land without fighting?

No.

So the Army will have time
to stop Skimmerhorn.

You may fear this man,
Skimmerhorn, Mercy,

but I don't. We don't.

We don't fear no white man.

Go north, Jake.
Just for a while.

Just until...
You listen to me, Mercy!

You come here and you tell me
you married a...

A woman who was a sister
who I never seen.

And you tell me
you are my family.

You're not my family.

You come here to tell me
how to live my life?

You come here and tell me
what to do with the land that is mine?

Mine! Not yours,
not any white man's!

I was born here!
I will live here!

I will fight here!
And I will die here!

Because this is my home,
not yours!

Now you tell me, Mercy.

Do you love it so much that
you will die for it, too?

Because if you do not
disappear very quickly,

I'll kill you myself.

(SPEAKING ARAPAHO)

Where are your guards?

The Army has taken
away our guns.

What use are guards
without guns?

Your horses?

Gone. Eaten.

Horses. Dogs.

Everything. Gone.

Sir, I have something
very hard to ask of you.

Is it harder
than starving?

For warriors, perhaps.

There's a man.

A white man
called Skimmerhorn.

Skimmerhorn?

Yes.

If he comes to your camp,
don't oppose him.

If he wants to search
for weapons, let him.

Do you understand?

I understand the words.

Not the reasons.

He wants to create
an incident.

He wants to begin a war.

I was wrong.

I do know him.

Those men
are all alike.

If this one
wants to kill,

he'll kill.

There's nothing
that can stop him.

I'm going to Denver.

If I have to, St. Louis.
Even Washington.

Just get us guns, Mercy.
No.

We have no guns.

That's what he wants.
That's what he's hoping for.

He'll come with guns.

He can't use them
if you don't fight.

Why not?

Lost Eagle, you know
better than any one else.

War is not the answer.

Must I beg you, Mercy?

I can't bring you guns.

How quickly we become beggars.

I betrayed our people.

No.

I should have let them
follow the Pasquinels.

You led your people well,
Lost Eagle. You always have.

All we need's
more time.

Time?

And what do I say to
the father of the child

that starves to death

on the day before
the time comes

when we will have
food again and hope

and pride?

I only know one thing,
Lost Eagle.

The man who comes this time

will look for
any reason to attack.

You must not give it to him.

You must not raise a gun
against him. Or a hand.

Even an empty one.

Your worry
is for nothing, Mercy.

What you ask will not be hard.

Not for the man
that has no other choice.

TANNER: Corporal of the guard,
on the double!

Major, sir?

Major Mercy.

You'll come with me, sir.

You're under arrest.

Everything is in order,
General.

Sorry about
the disturbance.

I'll escort the prisoner
to the guardhouse personally.

In a minute.

General, I have...
Are your deaf, Captain?

No, sir.

Come in, Max.

Sit down, Max.

(SIGHS)

Cigar?
Thank you, no.

You're packing?

At midnight last night,

Colonel Skimmerhorn
temporarily replaced me as Commander.

Damn.

He has friends in high office.

Where are they sending you?

I have been summoned

to Fort Leavenworth to explain
why I was unable to quell

the Indian uprisings
in Colorado.

Then it's finished.

Well, not everything, Max.
Just me.

And you.

Where did you go
when you left Zendt's?

On a fool's mission.

How do you intend to answer
Skimmerhorn's charges?

Damn his charges.

I never considered his order
legal in the first place,

and I still don't.

Well,

you'd better realize
what you're facing.

Quote.

"Consorting with the enemy
in time of war.

"Disobeying a direct order
of a superior officer.

"Fleeing to the enemy
with national secrets." Unquote.

Sir, I've got to
get to St. Louis.

I'm sorry, Max.

I am no longer
in command.

I'm sorry, too, General.

Because unfortunately
you never were.

Guard.

Sir, canons loaded
and ready for firing.

Good. Let me see.

Perfect.

Perfect.

Are your orders clear to you?

Yes, sir.
I'm to cease firing

after three rounds
from all five guns.

And make sure
they're unison rounds.

I don't want some laggard
lobbing a ball into my cavalry.

I'll be careful, sir.

Ready on the left, sir.

SKIMMERHORN:
Oh, Tanner. I've decided to make a few changes.

I'll lead the center myself.

Oh, an excellent idea, sir.

You'll stand
in reserve

until after I've completed
the saber charge.

Then, you'll ride in
as hard as you can,

and shoot anyone
who tries to escape in that direction.

Yes, sir.

Your Captain McIntosh
will lead the right flank.

McIntosh?

Yes, sir.

You don't approve?

He struck me
as a very steady soldier.

Sir, he is.

It's just that,

I don't think
he's as concerned

about the Indian problem
as we are.

Oh?

(HORSES NEIGHING)

Colonel.

Captain.

Everything
in order here?

Ready
and waiting, sir.

I trust you grasp
the importance of your position?

You're not to let
one single redskin slip through these lines.

I understand, sir.

Will they be
heavily armed?

Armed?

They're Indians.
Shoot them down.

Of course, sir.

What I meant to say was

will they be mounting
an attack in my direction?

Captain McIntosh,
listen to me.

When those cannons fire,

there's gonna be
a great deal of confusion.

I intend to compound that
in the center.

In all that confusion,
many of those Indians

are going to attempt
to run off in your direction.

And it's your duty
to gun them down.

All of them.

I do hope you understand.

Yes, sir.

We can't let them live
to fight another day.

I know these dogs.
I've dealt with them before.

The Arapaho, Colonel?

No, the Sioux.
They're all the same.

I was a farmer
in Minnesota.

One night
they swept down on us.

They burned my farm.

They murdered
my mother and my father

and my wife
and my little girl.

And they left me
and my son for dead.

But we survived.

Somehow we survived.

For this.

Colonel?
Are you all right, sir?

It'll be sunrise soon.

Gentlemen, we are engaged
in a great venture.

We have it
in our power

to make this glorious nation
safe forever

from these predators.

God is on our side.

Remember that always.

LIEUTENANT: Fire!

(CANNONS EXPLODING)

Fire!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Forward!

Stop. Stop.

We have no guns!

(CHANTING)

They're slipping away
on the right.

Where's McIntosh?

Where the hell is McIntosh?

CLARK:
Colonel's compliments, sir,

and why hasn't
the right flank engaged yet?

Because the right flank

refuses to slaughter
unarmed civilians.

I'm to remind the Captain
that he's under direct orders.

Fine. The Captain's
been reminded.

But, sir...

What are you doing
with them?

Captured prisoners, sir.

Nits grow into lice.

Kill them.

(BABIES SCREAMING)

(GUN FIRING)

More orders,
Private?

No, sir.

I was wondering
if I could be attached to your command

for the rest
of the battle, sir.

Sure, lad.

Thank you, sir.

Are you all right?
You look a little pale.

I'm trying
not to be sick, sir.

We should all be sick
this day.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Thank you,

but our victory
over the Indians

was God's work.

I am merely
his humble right arm.

I'm Colonel Skimmerhorn.

Yes, sir.

I'm here to escort
General Wade to Camp Wells.

Has he arrived yet?

Yes, sir, he has.
He's over there.

General, Colonel
Frank Skimmerhorn, sir.

Yes, I heard
the shouting.

You're a very
popular man, Colonel.

You'll be running
for President before we know it.

Oh, not an unlettered
old reprobate like me, sir.

Of course, Mr. Lincoln
is not exactly

a Harvard graduate himself,
is he?

Not exactly.

I hope
you found your suite acceptable, sir.

I thought you'd be
more comfortable here than at the camp.

Very acceptable,
thank you.

I must tell you

how personally honored
I felt when I heard

that Washington was sending
an officer of your stature

to preside over
these two court-martials.

Washington considers them both
very important, Colonel.

So does
the Colorado Territory, sir.

In my opinion,
there hasn't been a traitor

to compare to McIntosh
or Mercy

since Benedict Arnold.

Yes, I've been reading
your charges, Colonel.

"Consorting with the enemy.

"Refusal to obey
a direct order.

"Cowardice?"

Strong meat.

McIntosh's actions were
most reprehensible, I think.

That's why I've recommended
that the court deal with him first.

He placed
our entire operation in jeopardy.

If it hadn't been
for the bravery of men like Captain Abel Tanner,

Lost Eagle's warriors
might have overwhelmed us in the end.

I see the name "Zendt" here.
Civilian?

Yeah, another of Mercy's
Indian-loving cohorts.

I've placed his trading post
out of bounds to all Army personnel.

However, I couldn't stop
civilians from dealing with the man.

But I don't think he'll do us
any damage now that Lost Eagle's been defeated.

Good. I'm ready.

Shall we push on?

After you, sir.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Ditch.

That's all I need.

A great big ditch.

Great big ditch.

That's what I need.

The whole valley?
Why not?

It just doesn't seem
possible.

Nothing's possible
till you try it.

I'm just asking
for a chance, Levi.

And I'm paying you good money.
Darn good money.

Too good, Hans.

That dry land has never
produced anything but agony.

Ah! She'll produce
like any other stretch of land

if we get the water to it.

I don't know.

You don't have to know.
I know.

I can harness that river
just like a team of plow horses.

I got up in a cottonwood
and I saw for myself.

That land drops back and
I can cut a channel that'll flow right through her.

I'll use what I need
and put the rest right back into the Platte.

See, that's pretty smart.
Ha!

I wonder why nobody ever
thought of that before.

Probably because
they didn't have to.

I got no place else
to start again, Levi.

My family's coming.
This is gonna be our home.

And it's gotta work.
And I'll make it work.

That dry land
that you hold title to.

Will you sell it to me?

I'll sell you my half.

But you'll have to ask Lucinda
about the other half.

Sorry.

It's all right.
I'm all right now.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Hans, have you
met my sister?

This is Major Mercy's wife,
Lisette.

How do you do.
Hans Brumbaugh.

Excuse us, ladies.

Lucinda, when you
get a minute...

So then what did you
say to him?

I told him that
I thought he was wrong.

I said, "Captain McIntosh,

"you must fight
for this thing with Max!

"If you let the Army
throw you out now,

"they'll call you a traitor,

"a coward for as long
as you live."

What about the new general
they've brought in?

Well, Max says that

he'll be as good a judge
as he can be.

It's just two junior officers'
words against a Colonel's.

You know
who they'll believe.

McIntosh can't find anyone
to speak up for him.

Yeah, well, young Clark
would burn their ears.

Young who?

Oh, I'm sorry,
I beg your pardon, ma'am.

I was thinking out loud.

Well, what did
you mean?

Come on, Hans,
it may be important.

Well, I don't know
how important it will be,

but I did come across
a young fella

who was in the battle,

and he said that
this Captain McIntosh

was the only sane man there.

Yeah, go on.

Well, that...
That's all.

I came across
this young boy.

He was alone
and he was down by the river and

he was crying. So I came over
and I asked him if he was sick

and he said, yes, he was,

and he didn't think
he'd ever get well again after the things he'd seen.

What was his name again?

Clark.

James Arthur Clark,
sir, Private.

First Colorado Volunteers.

There's nothing
to be nervous about, Private Clark.

Just you take your time.

Now, during the so-called
Battle of Rattlesnake Cliffs,

what exactly
was your duty?

Courier, sir.

And in your capacity
as Courier,

did you have occasion to visit
Captain McIntosh's position?

I... Yes, sir.

Tell us about it.

Well, Colonel Skimmerhorn
seen some Indians

skedaddling
through a gap on the right

and he sent me over
to see why Captain McIntosh

hadn't engaged yet.

You talked
to Captain McIntosh?

Oh, yes, sir.

I informed him
of the Colonel's orders

to block up the gap
but he said he wouldn't.

Major O'Neil,

is this man a witness
for the defense or the prosecution?

For the defense, sir.
Bear with me, please.

Very well, continue.

Private Clark,

did Captain McIntosh
offer any excuse

for refusing
to block up the gap?

Yes, sir. He...

He said he refused
to slaughter unarmed civilians.

But these Indians
were warriors, weren't they?

No, sir.

They were women
and little kids, old men.

Of course they were armed?

No, sir.

I never seen so much as
a bow and arrow in that camp.

Couple of rocks, that's all.

Private Clark,

I want to remind you
that you're under oath.

You have sworn before God
to tell the truth here.

Are you telling the truth?

Yes, sir.

You saw unarmed Indians
killed in this raid?

Yes, sir.

Killed with
their hands raised, some of them scalped.

Scalped while
they was still alive.

Women?

Children?

CLARK: Yes, sir.

Captain Tanner's men
got a hold of these two little kids

and they told
Colonel Skimmerhorn they were prisoners.

But the Colonel said,
"Nits grow into lice."

And Captain Tanner said,
"Kill them."

And they shot them both
in the head.

Oh, God!

(CLARK SOBBING)

Major 'O Neil,

I presume you're going to
offer corroborating witnesses?

If I can find men
brave enough to testify, General,

yes.

MERCY:
But if the Court is asking for me,

it must be obvious
McIntosh's trial is over.

Yes, sir.

Captain, can't you at least
tell me what the verdict was?

I wasn't authorized
to do that, sir.

General just said
to come over to the guardhouse

and bring you back
on the double.

WADE: Unfortunately, Colonel,
this court has no authority

to punish a member
of the Territorial Militia.

All it can do is to dismiss
utterly the ridiculous charges

that you have brought against
two distinguished officers

and to revoke the ill-advised
orders that placed you

in temporary command here

and to pray that
the people of Colorado

will have the good sense
to dismiss you from your position

before you can do
any further harm.

Court's adjourned!

Thank you.

Thank you.

Congratulations.

(ULULATING)

Thank you for coming.

What does the Army
say this time?

They've authorized me
to agree to any terms

I believe necessary to bring
these raids to an end.

This war.

This war, yes.

Any terms?

Money within reason.

Land. Guarantees.

Skimmerhorn's head.

That's not a term.

That's justice.

Mercy, you're a fair man.

Who do you blame
for what has happened?

Skimmerhorn.

You believe
he should be punished?

Yes.

Has the Army punished him?

No.

They have removed him
from command.

Did they remove
the other soldiers or the cannon?

No.

That's the one term we have.

Skimmerhorn's head.

That's the one term
I cannot grant.

You know that.

Then the war goes on.

MERCY: Jake.

It can't go on.
It must not go on.

Because you can't win.

We're winning.

We didn't call this talk.

You're winning now. Maybe.

But time's against you,
Broken Thumb.

More and more settlers
are moving in.

More and more soldiers
will be sent to man the forts

when the Confederacy's
defeated.

Don't make the white man
kill all your people.

You don't have to kill
all our people, Mercy.

Just us.

If you can.

Mike.

Mercy,

you tell old Levi
the day we spoke of has come.

No one can stop the river.

And this will be
a river of blood.

Run for it.

(GUN FIRING)

MAN 1: He's done for.

MAN 2: Make sure!

I can't get down to him!

Well, give him
another slug anyway!

The Colonel wants him dead.

Get him?

Of course.

He's dead!
He ain't breathing.

Let's get back
to headquarters.

LISETTE: Oh, no. Max!

Oh!

It was Injuns.
I was tracing color out there.

Bunch of them chased him
and the other men.

Killed the other two.

I got to him as soon as
I could, ma'am.

Please, could somebody
get a doctor, please?

Well, I'm not going to wait
till they murder me in my bed!

I say we bring the Colonel
back here, now!

Do something.

Lisette, not Indians.

White men
dressed like Indians.

White men?

Not Indians.

ALL: (CHANTING)
Skimmerhorn! Skimmerhorn!

Skimmerhorn! Skimmerhorn!

Thank you! Thank you,
good People of Colorado!

You have all heard
the vicious lies told about me.

You have seen the Army itself
attempt to blacken my name.

Many of you were present
when a young soldier

perjured himself against me.

Some of you may even believe
that vicious calumny.

ALL: No!

(ALL YELLING)

Now! Now I understand
that I have been charged

with dressing up
in paint and feathers

and shooting
Major Maxwell Mercy!

No, lies!

(ALL SHOUTING)

I can tell you this.

I tell you good friends,

that I sympathize
with the Major.

I can imagine how terrible
it must be

to trust the redskin
all of one's life,

only to have that trust
betrayed in the end.

And I can only pray

that the good Major has
finally learned his lesson.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

However,

I doubt that
you came all this way

to hear me pray
for the good Major.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

Now, despite these calumnies

you have asked me once again

to lead your militia
against the savages!

ALL: Yeah! Yes!

You're all waiting
for my answer.

You know what my answer is.

The answer is, yes!

(ALL CHEERING)

But now, I pledge
my sacred honor to you

that I will track down
and destroy these miscreants

if the path leads
to the door of hell itself!

(ALL CHEERING)

Colonel,

there's someone here
to see you.

He says he's your son.

My son?

Where?

John! Ah!

How are you, Son?
You look wonderful.

Yes, so do you, Pa.

You didn't tell me
you were due for a leave.

Well, I was just...
Well, it doesn't matter.

Never mind.
All that matters is you're here with us now.

Come on, I want you
to meet my staff.

Yes, what's all this I hear
about a private army?

Volunteers.
Indian fighters.

Splendid men,
all of them.

You see, we had
to do something about the Indian raids

since the Federals
couldn't handle it.

No offense, Lieutenant.

None taken.

Even if the address
still applied.

What address?

Lieutenant.

I left the Army, Pa.
I wrote you a letter.

I guess it got held up
someplace.

I just decided I wasn't
cut out to be a soldier.

That's fine.

Fine! Then you can join us.
Come.

Join?
Gentlemen,

I'd like you
to meet my son, John.

Hi.

Your new Chief of Staff.
No.

Now wait a minute.
I don't think I'd...

You don't
have to think.

It's all been decided,

John, I don't blame you
for resigning your commission.

That was a terrible war.

But this isn't Shiloh.

No, this is...

This is different.
This is better.

Better!

Like shooting rats
in a barn, Lieutenant.

Rats?

Rats, Indians,
they're all the same.

Let me show you this.

You know the name
Jake Pasquinel?

Yeah. I think so.
Half-breed, renegade?

The devil.
Satan's own son.

Well, we caught up
with him today

and we damn near
annihilated his whole tribe. Didn't we?

(MEN CHUCKLING)

I got me enough scalps
to make a coat.

You take scalps?

Well, if there's one thing
an Indian fears most,

it's losing his hair.

Anyway, Jake and his brother
somehow managed to escape.

We think we have them
holed up here now in Fox Canyon.

We're going after them
tonight. And you're coming along.

Wait a minute,
Pa...

Oh, I can't tell you
what it means to have you with us.

I need you.

This is a holy Crusade.

A crusade?

God is leading me, John.

I mean that literally.
He talks to me.

He comes to me in my tent
when I'm alone

and He talks to me.

We're doing God's work.

So let's get to it!

Jacques,

it's finished, isn't it?

We must go north,

we join the Sioux.

You go down to Zendt

and you tell him
give us horses and food.

It'll be little for him to pay
for all our mother's land.

Levi is our brother.

He won't refuse us.

Here.
You take the rifle.

Oh, no.
It will only slow me down,

I'll go down mountain.
Take it.

(HORSES APPROACHING)

(MEN GRUNTING)

(MEN WHOOPING)

Well, good evening,
Mr. Pasquinel.

Beautiful night,
isn't it?

(MEN LAUGHING)

Ah, you've had
a fine long run, Jake.

Right now you look
a little tired.

Are you ready
to go to sleep?

I suppose you heard
about the trial we had back in town, huh?

Your brother-in-law, Mercy

and some of his
misguided friends rig that.

But not this.

Nobody is going to stand
in the way of justice being carried out this time.

(MEN CHEERING)

Pa.

John, I'm glad
you're here, Son.

Don't do it, Pa.
Don't do it.

Of all people,
you know why I have to.

Pa, listen to me.

Listen to a coward?

If you haven't got the stomach
for soldiering, all right.

But don't go squeamish on me
in front of these men.

Pull him up!

Mr. Zendt?

Yes?
I'm John Skimmerhorn.

My father and his men
hanged Jake Pasquinel last night.

A cabin in the mountains,
a place called Fox Canyon.

They told me at the hotel

Pasquinel was
your wife's brother.

I thought she ought to know
what happened.

Levi!
Here.

Lucinda sent me.
Someone set fire to the trading post.

She's all right!
Lisette has the children.

Everyone's safe.

Who did it?

Who sent you up here?

The son.

Got you away from the place,
didn't he?

No, I can't believe that.

When he told me what
his father did here,

he looked as guilty
as if he'd done it himself.

Maybe he's a good one,
maybe not.

He still has a lot
to live down.

Levi.

Mike.

Mike, are you crazy?

You shouldn't
have come here.

Who burned you out?

Skimmerhorn.

His men paid us
a little visit

after they
tracked down Jake.

Jacques's dead, eh?

I buried him.

By McKeag's old cabin
in Fox Canyon.

I leave him there alone
to come here.

We had no...

We had no horses.

We had nothing.

Everything's over, Mike.

No, no, no. It's not.

I need a rifle
to go on fighting, Levi.

I won't give you one, Mike.

Levi, I need rifle
to go on fighting.

I can't fight
without a rifle.

The fighting's over, Mike.

You're gonna turn yourself in.

Not to Skimmerhorn.

To the Army.

Levi,

they kill me just the way
they kill Jacques.

Maybe. Maybe, maybe not.

At least you'll have
a real trial.

You've got
no chance at all this way.

No.

Mike, I just can't
stand anymore.

It's over.

Why can't you see that?

LEVI: We won't even have to go
to the Fort, Mike.

There's a Brigadier
and his staff in the hotel in Denver.

Mike, please.

Please!

Well, Colonel,
modesty in a hero is an admirable trait,

but I'm afraid my readers
are going to want to know

exactly how you brought
a murdering beast like Jake Pasquinel to bay.

You're embarrassing me, sir.

I assure you it was just
a routine maneuver.

No, now we're not
going to let you off that easily.

SKIMMERHORN: We had to do
something about the murders and the raids.

The federals couldn't
handle it.

Anyway, Jake and his brother
somehow managed...

Who's that with Mr. Zendt?

Lord God,
it's the other Pasquinel.

Mike!

LUCINDA: Mike.

(PEOPLE YELLING)

Why?

Why?

There's your second
murdering beast, Mr. Editor.

But he was trying
to surrender.

Didn't you see
the white flag?

He deserved no quarter, sir,
and he received none.

What's wrong with the man?

That's Mike Pasquinel.

Don't you realize
what I've done?

Yes.

Skimmerhorn!

Where's your army?

Well, Coloradans
don't much care for a man

who shoots
another in the back.

God should have warned you
about that.

Don't blaspheme.

I recognized
your Indians.

I didn't worry about that.

Your choice, Colonel.

Sabers or pistols?

A duel?

Well, if you have the courage
to face a man with an even chance, yes.

In your condition?

At your service, Major.

Max.

Stop it!

Stop it.

(COUGHING)

(COUGHING)

Are you all right?

He tried to kill me.

He challenged me.

Dueling's illegal
in this Territory.

I want that man arrested.

You're leaving Colorado.

You're not wanted here
any longer by anybody.

You can't be serious.

We'll give you two minutes.

And if you aren't gone
by then,

I expect Mr. Zendt
will have to release his friend there.

As long as I am in charge
of the Colorado Territory...

You were dismissed
this morning!

I would have
expected disloyalty

from anyone
on earth but you.

At least Judas wasn't
the son of Jesus.

You held your mother's
scalped head in your lap when she died.

You saw what the Sioux
did to your sister,

to your grandparents.

And I've heard you brag
of doing worse.

You're not my son.

I don't know you.

You're a stranger.

One minute.

I'm going.

I'm going.
The Pasquinels are dead.

My work is done here.

It must be done.

He wouldn't talk to me.

I prayed to Him this morning,

but He wouldn't
talk to me.

Goodbye, Johnny.

Goodbye, Pa.

I came to kill him.

Weren't for you,
I would have.

It wasn't by chance, Max.

We were sent to find you.

By who?

They got word at the Fort

that Lost Eagle brought
his people back to the cliffs,

or, what's left
of his people.

They want you to go
parley with them.

I'd like to go
with you, Major.

Of course, John.
You're welcome.

And you, Levi,

you'll come?

Sure.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

JOHN:
Is that all that survived?

That's all.

Sir, the United States
of America

requests a treaty of peace
with the Arapaho nation.

Requests?

We're your prisoners.

No, sir.

Skimmerhorn
is driven out of Colorado.

Out of power.

And he'll never be back.

We have no food.

Supply wagons
are on their way from Denver.

They should be here
by sundown.

With food, medicine, guns.

All the wars are finished.

All the wars?

Even the great war
in the South?

Yes.

Your President Lincoln
must be glad.

President Lincoln is dead.

He gave me this flag.

How strange.

So many men of peace
die in war.

Your request is granted.

All the wars are finished.

BOY: Papa, is that ours?

BRUMBAUGH: Just about
as far as you can see.

You built it
yourself, Papa?

Every stick.

And you dug the ditch
yourself, too?

Inch by inch.

It's so big.
All of it.

Come on
my princess.

Come on.

You worked
very hard.

Well, we always have,
haven't we?

This time
we'll have something to show for it.

Kurt.

Yes, Papa?

Come here, Son.

This is your land,
too, you know.

And it's a mighty thing
what this land is to us

and what we are
to this land.

It's never gonna be
easy here.

The building,
the digging,

the plowing, the planting,
the harvesting.

But it's
a mighty thing.

A noble thing.

Maybe the most noble thing
there is,

after what you and I
are to each other.

And it can be the best thing
in your life, this land.

But it's gotta be won.

And it's got to be honored.

And it's got to be defended.

Now, I know
I don't expect you

to understand
all that just now.

But you think about it.

Don't you ever forget
I said it.

And you think about it
as you grow bigger, all right?

Yes, Papa.

"Yes, Papa."

BRUMBAUGH: Yeah,
I think you were smart

not to try to rebuild
the old place, huh?

LUCINDA:
Oh, we couldn't, Hans. Not with all those memories.

LEVI: No. We wanted
everything to be new.

Why not?

It's a whole new town now.

Lucinda,

is that who
I think it is?

Oliver Seccombe?

Oliver Seccombe.

(LAUGHING) Oliver!

Where have you come from?
Where have you been?

Oh, Oregon. England.
Everywhere.

Levi.

Hello, Oliver.

Hans Brumbaugh,
this is Oliver Seccombe.

How do you do.

How do you do.

He came West
with Elly and me in '45.

And danced with me
at Fort John.

Mmm-hmm. By the way,
I heard about Elly, Levi. I'm sorry.

And about you two.

Yes, I'm Mrs. Zendt now.
We have two children.

Good, I'm glad.
Tell us about yourself.

What brings you back
to Colorado?

Gold, I suppose.
It's always gold.

No, not this time.

But I believe
there's been a big strike up at Blue Valley.

The lost mother lode,
do you think?

I wonder.

Maybe your friend Larkin
finally struck it rich, Hans.

Maybe.

Who found it?

A black at a place
called Dead-Man's Creek.

There was a skeleton
lying right across the main vein.

They know who it was?

No.

No. Not even how he died.

Well, if it's not gold
you're after, what is the attraction?

You're not still writing
that book, I hope.

No.

A million acres of grass.

Grass?

Mmm-hmm.
There's a very important man in Bristol and London

called Lord Venneford
who's looking for new investments.

He's already made millions
of pounds out of the Empire,

India and Australia.

Well, I remembered
the plains we crossed

and the grass

and the buffalo.

You want to market buffalo?

Cattle.

There's no cows here.

No, sir.
But they're thick as fleas on the plains of Texas.

And they sell for less than
a dollar a head.

I propose to purchase
the cattle in Texas

drive them north,
breed them fatten them up,

and sell them to the Army
for five, six dollars apiece.

A cattle ranch?

Mmm-hmm.

And this Lord Venneford,
he's backing you on it?

Provided I can get hold of
the land cheap enough, yes.

But, Oliver, cheaply?
It would take so much land.

And even at
50 cents an acre...

But I don't intend to spend
50 cents an acre, Lucinda.

I don't have to spend
anything at all. Look...

There's a marvelous
new piece of legislation called the Homestead Act.

If I file a claim,

the government will give me
160 acres absolutely free.

But that's not much
for a cattle ranch.

You can't feed more
than one or two cows on 50 acres of that land.

No, but the trick is to file
in the right places. Now look...

These red circles
represent sources of water.

Now if I file here,
for example,

the 100,000 acres
north of mine will be absolutely worthless.

So your cows will have
a 100,000 more acres to stuff themselves with.

Precisely.

Now, Levi,
will you help me?

You want me to lay a claim
on one of those red circles?

Mmm-hmm.
In return for shares in the Venneford Ranch.

I admire your courage,
Oliver.

All right.
Count me in.

Good! I've lined up
some other shareholders.

We'll start
filing tomorrow.

Lucky I bought
my river land when I did.

Would you
consider selling it, sir?

No sir, I wouldn't.

I'd give you a large portion
of shares in the ranch.

I've tried other trades.
I'm a farmer.

Well, if you should
change your mind.

I won't.

Well, now, Levi, I would
just like to ask you one more favor, if I may.

What's that?

I need someone to go to Texas
to bring back the cattle.

Me? I don't know anything
about herding cows.

You don't have to. I mean
hire an experienced man. Let him organize the drive.

You'd be there
to protect our investment.

No. No, not me.

Can you recommend someone?

Well, I don't know.

Levi, how about
John Skimmerhorn?

Skimmerhorn?
Isn't he the man

that butchered
all the Indians?

His son.

You trust him?

Yeah. As much as
any man I've ever met.

Good. All right.
That's settled then.

Lucinda, you are looking
as ravishing as ever.

Come in and see
what we've done.

Thank you.

I think you're as daft
as Skimmerhorn's old man.

What? To recommend him?

Or to try to bring cattle
into Colorado?

Both.

(CHUCKLES)

Well...

I tell you,
Hans, it's...

It's a gamble.

But

that's why we're all
out here, isn't it?

We're all gambling.

My store, your farm,
Oliver's ranch,

this whole new town.

It's like a very wise man
once said to me,

"Being born's a gamble."

Every day is a gamble.

I think
it'll be worth the risk.

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